Harvesting corpses
Tarly sat at a stool on a hill overlooking the battlefield. His men were doing a nasty, dirty work. Harvesting corpses. They were piling up every Hightower men-at-arms whose tabards, colors and heraldry weren't unrecognizable. Captured banners and standards were carefully stored as well. Riders went up and down the battlefield, littered with mauled and bloodied bodies, searching, looking.
"Sire, I think we've completed the task"
Said an exhausted knigth, a first cousin of Lord Hunt.
"Good, how many?"
"Little above three thousand"
Tarly nodded.
"That will suffice"
Tarly started shouting orders and arranging his men. The three thousand corpses were examinated closely, checking they were suited to the task Tarly had planed for them. They were then stripped of their robes, armor and surcoats and left naked on the muddied ground. Then, around three thousand Tarly and Rowan men were dressed with the fallen's robes. Hightowers' banners were raised again, but wielded by Tarlys' hand. Everything under Tarly's careful watch. Few hours later three thousand men stood, clad with Hightower's, Grimm's, Beesbury's, Costayne's and many other colors. Their battered armors and surcoats, their ragged banners and muddied robbes made them look like a defeated army. And above them fluttered a Green standard, a golden three-headed dragon.
"Perfect. A pretty convincing Green host I must say"
Muttered Tarly. Orders were given and the "Green" army started a march. Tarly ordered his own army to advance behind them, but at a distance. They headed to... Highgarden.
"GREEN" ARMY
TARLY ARMY
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